Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What does a movie producer do?
Whoa!
He's my nephew.
Pardon me.
No thanks, Mr. Chapman.
Mr. Drosdale telephoned from New York this morning.
That's what I need.
I blame myself for what happened, Mr. Clampett.
Whoa!
Do you know what they're calling you here in Hollywood?
But there ain't no piani player.
Whoa!
You don't say!
Not enough business to even fill them.
Mr. Clabbett, you now own a motion picture studio.
My name is Chuck.
Whoa!
It's not that I'm mad, it's just that I don't seem able to make you understand what you are.
How would you like to be the first to see Rock Hudson and Dara stay together again after four years?
We could name a salad after him and a commissary.
Is that the end?
Whoa!
Just charge whatever you think is fair.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
No, I reckon not.
Ta-ta.
Folks, how did you like Sir Trevor?
Well, I got to admire you for saying it to my face.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
Whoa!
Well, frankly, I'd like some younger and prettier girls to work with.
Now, Miss Jane, if I own the studio, I feel it's my bounden duty to go over there and take a good look around.
Waving like Morse on a windy day.
Jim, did you see that hairy goomer with the high hat?
Alvin, I'm amazed at you.
Aren't you thrilled?
Hold it.
Howdy, Mr. Hudson!
You see, he's begging us to stay.
No hard feelings.
You're schnook again.
Whoa!